Managed to get up and moving at 6:30 this morning for a run. Its quite good fun running in strange territory and was nice to be tearing up the roads of rural devon. I went through the village (past the flower festival) and then onto a very rough cross country trail by a river. I then hit roads (if you could call them that) that led up a very steep hill for about 1.5miles and stopped and chatted to a lady walking her two dogs. I then descended a windy route back into the village via holy cross in time for the 7:30 church bell. Probably did almost as much walking as running but lovely country to get out in all the same.
posted late due to lack of internetz in the wilds of devon.